Breeding Need

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Persuaded to Mate with the Kitsune

The black dragoness stretched out by the lakeside, mountains rising behind, although they were glad in a summer garb of green, the mountainous area lush and prosperous. It would only be so for a few months, if even that, however, devolving back to a barren wasteland once the warmest months. But a dragon was built to more than simply survive the elements, her black scales strong, though Avina was nothing special, not when it came to dragons.

Long spines lined her back and the tips of her wings, making Avina appear a little more dangerous than she was, fifteen-foot in length, including her long neck and tail respectively. Her wings with their large, leathery flaps of hide, were most usually kept folded in against her back, for she did not often take to the wing, preferring to dwell down near the lakes and, if venturing from her home to the coast, the wider, meandering rivers that took a slower course to the ocean. There was plenty of fish in them, most often the salmon, for her to eat, and the taste of fish rather than mammalian flesh had seemed more pleasing on her tongue in her younger days.

Her head was framed by spines also and one could have been forgiven upfront for thinking that she had frills rising from her cheeks, for the spines did seem to form the pattern of them. Her elegant muzzle added definition, however, and there was a light smile seemingly always present on her lips as she laid, stretched out on a rock. The tip of Avina's tail twitched idly back and forth, content in the sunshine, her belly fully and round with the evidence of her latest meal.

However, she could not rest and relax, not truly, even if the sun-splashed kisses of the day were more soothing than she could have hoped to find them during the course of that day. Whereas her mind was acutely aware that the change of the seasons, coming harshly and sharply in the mountains, would send her away and seeking warmer land for a good time, her body ached for something more.

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Curses...

Avina growled, though it was more of a chuckle, standing up and turning about, only to stretch out on her other side. Maybe that would be more comfortable? It was one of those things in life that a dragoness had to deal with, though Avina had only experienced one episode of being in heat before, her body ripe with a strange need to be sated.

It was normal, she was sure, and it would pass, just like it had the first time, if only she ignored it. And what better for her to do but to ignore it while she was sunning herself, soaking up the rays for the health of her dark scales, down by the lake?

She twitched, her tail flicking, losing a jot of comfort, more restless than her mind honestly thought that she should be, grunting softly as she lifted her head, glaring at her flanks somewhere where she thought her womb would be, all the way back. Why wouldn't it settle down? The need may have originated in her reproductive system, but it did not solely reside there as it coursed through her, every beat of her heart rendering her scales more and more sensitive as she shifted her weight.

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I see you appear to be having some trouble there.

She would have started if not for a dragon's dominance over the land, the mind of another touching hers as they sent speech to her with the force of telepathy. There was nothing there, nothing at all, for her to be fearful of, much less the nine-tailed fox sitting atop a rock as if he was preening. With white fur, his tails were tipped with red, red markings lining his body in intricate patterns and swirls.

Avina rumbled softly, her eyes wide and curious as she stretched out towards him.

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Oh! Where did you come from? I've not seen a fox like you before.

The white-furred fox ruffled up as if affronted, tails writhing lightly like snakes, leaping down with easy grace, though she did not rise to make space for him. Why should she when she had never seen any threat before, not against a dragon?

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I, my dear, am a kitsune, not a fox. But I'll forgive you for this transgression, just the once.

Avina's eyes shone.

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Oh, thank you!

He would have rolled his eyes if he had not wanted something from her, his dark eyes shining with mischief and need. Was she really that naive? Yet that manner of thing was no matter to him, not with another kind of need that matched up a little too well with hers stirring in the pit of his belly. Maybe that made her the perfect player in his kinky little game, though it had been the scent of Avina's heat that had drawn him to her in the first place.

He breathed in, inhaling deeply. Yes... Yes, there it was. The scent of her, flooding his nostrils, sinking into his system, making him want to grunt deeply, his sheath plumping out a little with the lure of his cock. A tapered, pink length, it was thick around, more than enough to please any lustful female, even though the dragoness was larger than him. That simply wasn't something that was any matter at all to him as he rumbled a soft growl and licked his lips, tails twitching back and forth.

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Perhaps you could help me with a little something, young one...

Avina giggled.

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Oh, you think I'm young? I'm thirty-nine!

Of course, that was still exceptionally young for a dragon, a mature adult in all ways but not one that had yet learned the will of the world and the ways of it in a way that one of his species would. But kitsune were different and he rose fluidly, stalking up to her with a sensual sway to his tails, as if it was he who was trying to lure her in. However, the dragoness that could not keep her weight in one place with the fury of her heat, would not prove to be a hard sell in the end.

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That is so, he growled softly. Tell me your name.

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Avina.

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I am Kito. It is my pleasure to meet you, though you seem to be enduring some distress.

Her head pulled back, tongue flickering out as it lashed across her lips.

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Oh, why would you say that? What's wrong?

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You are, my dear, for your body is riddled with heat while you are not doing anything about it.

Avina paused. That was true... But what was a dragoness like her to do when there was not another dragon around to satisfy that need? She didn't know how she'd feel about looking after a clutch of eggs anyway, even if they would be self-sufficient dragonets after a few months. Breeding did not take too much out of a dragoness, which was a blessing for many, but it was not something she had sincerely considered.

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Kito, you must know that only dragons can breed dragons, she explained, as if it was something that the kitsune must have simply not known. That's why I haven't had a clutch of eggs yet, even though I could have years ago, back when my first heat came.

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Oh, but that is a shame.

It was wrong of him to do so, but a little persuasion, ah... Where was the harm in that? He would not do anything to her, not really, not anything at all that she would not like him to do anyway.

He rubbed up against her, circling her body with his, though she was twice as big as he was. Of course, being a kitsune, Kito was much larger than most other foxes across the land to be found were, though there were always exceptions to the rule. He, more than anyone else, knew that too.

Avina shivered, though she did not stand. The feel of fur on scales was nice, wavering her concentration, though her focus, to be fair to her, had not been the best before anyway. She rumbled a groan as he moved around behind her, sniffing at her tail as if he was going to do something, though her heart dropped as he continued without...

She paused. What did she want the fox to do? It was strange, a strange need, not one that she had at all paid due attention to before, yet it seemed that, finally, that time had come due at long last.

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Dragoness... Have you not considered what your body needs?

She blinked, following him with her eyes as he pressed up against her side, on the other side of her to where he had begun. It was a nice feeling, one that had her eyelids half closing and her head drooping, rumbling a croon that she had never heard come from her gullet ever before.

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Oh... I suppose I have not. What do you think I need? Have I missed something?

Worry laced her tone and, without her catching it, the kitsune smiled. Oh, she was trusting, too trusting, but that did not make her a bad dragon, not by any means. It only made the dragoness who she was and if that was naïve, a little too trusting, that was simply one part of her, her personality. There were many other facets, though Kito was not all that interested in opening them up that day, merely interested in sating his own breeding need.

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Well, it's something that I can help with, dear. Your body needs to be bred and all the stress and the strain of it will go away if only you breed.

He turned side-on to her, showing her the growing length of his thick cock, how the very tip of it glistened with a hint of its own lubrication. Rumbling a growl, his fur fluffed up around his chest and neck as if in a mane, though it was merely a touch thicker there, able to puff up for breeding desires as and when it suited him. The dragoness' eyes went wide.

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And I am not a dragon, but I am a kitsune. I could give your body the hatchlings it's demanding and then all the strain of your heat... Well, all of that will go away. Isn't that what you want?

She shook her head, nipping at her lip.

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I don't know, Kito, I hardly know you... Oh, and I've been through one heat already, it's not that bad. I heard that any after that aren't so bad, so I'm sure I'll be fine. It's kind of you to offer though, thank you.

He could have laughed out loud. Was Avina really thanking him? It was strange, so very strange, but in a way endeared him to her even more, the bond that had been tentatively laid down between them flickering and strengthening. His tails flickered, letting her take in the aroma of his musk, the lightness of a fox-ish smell, though, of course, it was more divine when it came from a kitsune. He was no common fox and the dragoness' tiny, neat nostrils at the end of her snout puckered and pulled as she breathed it in. To her, it may have appeared that he was wearing a kind of perfume, though Kito by no means needed the lure of his natural scent to get any female to lie with him.

He was better than that.

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Oh, but your heat... He smirked, hiding it from her, pausing with one front paw in the air as if the thought had only just come to him. That's, oh, I'm so sorry, but that's not right. It's always worse than the first one and they will only become worse and worse if you do not breed. I'm so sorry, I thought that was something you knew.

Avina's eyes widened and it took every bit of the kitsune's self-control, of which he felt that he had very little at a time like that, but that was fine. No one, no one at all, had ever asked him to be in control, much less of himself, a mischievous spirit who did what he wanted when he wanted to do it. Sowing chaos and leaving a scattering of trouble in his wake was what the kitsune lived for, the dragoness' eyes fixed on the length of his shaft.

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You say... She trembled, perhaps truly worried. You will be able to stop it from getting worse? Oh, I had no idea... Thank you, thank you for telling me.

Kito cocked his head, white ears perked.

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Then would you allow me to assist you, my dear? It would make it so much easier for you. And, of course, it'll make every heat that follows easier for you to bear too.

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